It was getting unbearable for me to stay even for a mere moment. So cold and dark. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't just figure out where I was truly in then.
I remembered what happened to me when I reached my apartment. It felt as though someone was following me, and I was in a hurry to reach home to call for help.
I should have listened to my instinct instead of choosing to go home. It was a trap that I didn't consider being that reckless and fickle-minded girl who I was, and still, I am.
Anyway, that was not the case now, as I had an issue here, wherever the intruder in my home locked me in. Should I call it a box or a dusty room? Because honestly, I couldn't see a little sunlight coming from any of the corners right where I was standing, still.
After lying on the cold floor f
